hello glucose. goodbye clubwhore du jour clothes and my guys collection!

Maybe I am just weird- considering everyone I asked told me that the glucose drink tastes good or like candy, but the glucose drink I had to chug down for my gestational diabetes test was absolutely disgusting! It wasn't so much the actual taste but the consistency that really grossed me out- it was so damn thick and it went down all slow. I'm really picky about texture and consistency when it comes to anything I have to put in my mouth. I think the baby didn't like it very much either because he kicked/elbowed me.

Anyways, I carefully read the directions for the glucose drink a million times because I didn't want to mess up the test and as a result have blood taken out again. You can't eat anything prior to the test and you have to drink that nasty thing within 5 minutes and 30 minutes before your appointment and then you have to get blood taken out exactly within 1 one hour or else you have to do it ALL over again. I absolutely hate having blood taken out because I have really sensitive skin and the aftermath bruise looks like I'm one of those spun out herion addicts! I felt so tired after the vials of blood they took and I literally passed out when I got home waking up to thunderstorms at night.

My conclusion: I don't think I would make a very good fang banger. That's what they call people who fuck vampires and let them feast on them and drain juuuuuust enough blood. . .yes its real because True Blood is real.

Back to sorting and packing and GAH throwing away (aka donating) club whore du jour clothes and other boys clothes I "borrowed". . .

Mom: WHAT IS THIS? HOW DO YOU WEAR THIS?
Me: Uhhh I dunno. You wear those kinda things to the club. That's really old anyways its from like freshman year in college. I don't wear those kind of things anymore umma! I like Blair Waldorf style seeeeeee.
Mom: Throw it away NOW! THROW IT ALL AWAY!
Me: *SOB*

Brother: Why do you have so many guy's tshirts, shirts, jackets and hats mixed in?
Me: Guys let me borrow em and stuff like after the club. . .you know.
Brother: UHHH *disgusted look* you need to throw this shit away.
Me: Ok Geez.